Chapter l -- The Graduates Graduate

When Brad Mussleman graduated from the Wharton School of Business as an honors student in their MBA program his parents bought him the large estate next to theirs in Western Los Angeles County, California as a bonus for joining their firm as a full partner. All the aspiring, talented, and single-minded girls who knew Brad were aware that he would one day take over Mussleman Group, headquartered in Beverly Hills, from his parents.

The Commandant's office

In the Commandants office there were eight men; his aide, two of
his immediate subordinates, the three soldiers who had escorted
her, the young guard from the previous night and the Commandant
himself. Self important behind his desk, he looked her up and
down with distain. The other men looked her up and down with a
frankly sexual interest.

The Commandant started to gabble at her in Spanish. "No speak,
speak English" Angie desperately whined. "OK, speak English" he
replied. Angie let out a sigh of relief at least here was

Tamika Jones took one final look at herself in the bedroom mirror. She had
taken pains to prepare herself exactly as Rodney had asked; no required was
the better word.

Before she had met Rodney, getting prepared for a date was simple - or at
least as simple as it could be for an average woman like her. First a
shower, then doing her hair and nails, applying makeup, and finally
dressing; all to go out with a man.

Part 2 - Return to the courtroom

Here is the sequel to Leslie's first court strapping....

Chapter 1 - Leslie is summoned to court

The Benson School

Porridge she decided. She’d looked out of the bedroom window, and the weather was decidedly blustery. Cold probably at this time of the year with that wind shaking the trees and bushes but fortunately not wet. Chilly indeed but wet, no. Grey but the forecast last night had not mentioned any rain.

Porridge she reaffirmed looking out of the kitchen window. Yes, definitely a porridge day, something traditional, warming and wholesome for the insides. None of that modern bran or yoghurt muck or worse ‘breakfast biscuits.

5. Evan Morgan - A Time for Action

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

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I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He was in the middle of my big king-size bed with my 
soft satin sheets pulled up under his chin. His chest 
rose and fell unsteadily, and he was having trouble 
breathing.

He was unconscious. I tried to gather my thoughts as I 
considered the savagery that must have been used 
against him as I felt the tears once again trying to 
escape my eyes.